Luyện nghe bài hát Epsilon

I like this is just a means to an end.
Does it hold any meaning as I reach the
to memory, final reality.
When I'm awake or asleep are all but a dream.
Finality of life is something certain for me.
Lost to memory, reality.
fragments of time, drifting, falling away.
Sense of finality, is dawning on me.
What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die forget?
Feel I'm awake, only sleep when I'm dead.
to memory, final reality.
memories.
I'm temporary, to contain.
Epsilon, my finality is pointing out the way.
What I learned?
What will I
rhythm of life is pounding out the beat of the dead,
but might it all end, a meaning?
Lost to memory, reality.
Speed Of
Each day quicker as I breathe.
Or is it every year seems to get shorter?
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
I don't to win this race.
swiftly to my grave.
Epidermis showing signs of natural from living my life.
No way to the hands of time.
Of this I am you live, then you die.
From to my old age.
day of life.
Another of the page.
Racing at the of life.
So to do, so little time.
Heading to my grave.
Is it only me, is it all in my
Rather a fight to ascend an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling in some sort of race?
Each day has more to offer, just no time to play.
One I'm a child, the next I am a man.
And fate, it pushes my life, the speed it can.